You always win

I got a job a few days ago. I'm working at the resturaunt that Boy works at. I have less hours though considering my position as a dishwasher is far less pretigious than a cook/plater. I have mixed feelings about this for many reasons. I'll line out the pros and cons.

Pros:
Money. The most important if not the only reason why I took the job in the first place. Currently Boy and I have been relying on his income alone. We've honestly been living paycheck to paycheck barely making it. Extra income certainly wouldn't hurt.

Burning calories. I actually debated on listing this first. I've been going bat-shit crazy sitting idle for hours on end just waiting for Boy to get off work. His work is clear across town. With no car or any reliable transportation (transit stops running before we're off work) he resorted to skating and I would ride the bike. This is both a pro and con. Pro for burning massive calories and con for killing me slowly. I honestly feel like I'm going to pass out 1/3 of the way through.
I literally cannot think of anything else for pro.Cons:
Losing my alone time. Most of my day is centered around Boy. My sanity is being threatened without isolation. I love him but I NEED TO BE ALONE sometimes. Which leads me to my next con..

I'm becoming resentful towards Boy. Since the day I started working (not even a full three days) I've grown silent and standoffish towards everyone,Boy especially. I can't pinpoint a singular reason,it's more of a compilation of many things. One being he treats me like I can't do anything for myself which inevitably leads to our boss believing he's carrying my weight. I don't fucking need him to do my job.

K. A co-worker of ours. See,I've always been leary of this bitch. I knew she worked with him for about two years and they've become friends. She has a boyfriend,but that doesn't quench my doubts in the slightest. She is blonde,blue eyes,perky,and thin. THIN. The complete opposite of yours truly,not to mention Boy's "usual type." That was enough to nearly throw me over the edge. The day I met K we exchanged a look. "The" look that all girls understand, (I don't like you,and you better watch the fuck out.) I brushed it off and moved on.. until I started working with her. She looks at me like I'm the scum of the earth and throws backhanded compliments that make me want to drive a shiv into that perfect pearly little smile on that bitch's face. Also,to even more royally piss me off she's always flirting with Boy and gushing how he should be a chef. She shifted her attention to me at that point and asked what I was studying for in college. When I muttered "I don't know" she went full force into how it's pointless to even be in school if you have no goal. Uh first off,I can get my basics out of the way and second off,it's none of her fucking business. Bitch,shut up and sit the fuck down. Needless to say,I don't like her. And it's quite obvious she has a problem with me. We'll see how this turns out.
So as you can tell,mixed feelings all around.


[Edit: Two days later]


On another note,I got paid yesterday. Granted,it wasn't much,however it was only a week's pay. The first thing I bought? A bathroom scale. Yes. I've gone over six months without weighing myself and this was both an exciting buy and an anxiety-filled shopping trip. I bought it at the store down the street from my work. It is a digital "Biggest Loser" scale and retailed for $49 but I got that shit on sale for $29 so that was nice. I won't lie,I took it out of the box as soon as I got back to the breakroom and stepped on. Deep breath. 107.8. I was relieved to be truthful. Considering I binged all weekend I was thankful for anything under 120,let alone under 110. Of course Boy stepped on and shamed me with his almost-non-existent-weight. I told him if he ever goes below that weight I'll starve myself. He laughed.


Funny story time:
I was at work yesterday and grabbed my usual monstrous cup of coffee and started to head back into the breakroom when I was stopped by a co-worker of mine. "Do you ever eat,or just drink coffee all day?" I was actually taken aback. I just stood there. Then I explained how I don't want to get in the habit of eating food from the workplace because I heard the employee before me had a problem with eating all day at work. Then she started to explain how it was different and she would overeat and blah blah blah. I was already in the breakroom before she finished her sentence. Bitch let me drink my coffee. Go eat tacos or something. That's all for now. Have to head in for the first shift. Hooplah.



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